Father Heathen
Veteran Member
So last night I dreamt that I was watching television with my family, and the show that came on was from the 70's called "Rosco", starring this asian kid who lives at a group home for the mentally disabled. It starts off with him and his housemates out in a wooded area with their caretaker, who tasks them to clear an old, overgrown cemetery of weeds and overgrowth. He hands out machetes to the other housemates, but hands Rosco a katana, then a laugh track is cued. I shake my head and turn off the tv, upon doing this I find myself standing in front of the actual cemetery that was on the show, but now it's night and foggy. There is a group of people standing nearby listening to a radio, over which they hear a flight attendant shouting and scolding panicked passengers, and she spoke with a sort of "urban" accent; i.e. "You best set yo *** back down in yo seat!". As this was happening we see this very airliner flying overhead with flames coming from the engines. One of the people listening to the radio turned to the rest of the group and says "With the tombstones glowing in the moonlight, they'll see the cemetery and try to make an emergency landing in it. We need to get a good distance away." They immediately begin to run in different directions and disappear into the foggy, dark woods. I look up again to see the jet bank sharply and then dive steeply downward into the cemetery. I wake up at this point.
I rarely remember my dreams. Even rarer are they as vivid and detailed as this one was. They're usually far more random and incoherent than what this was. Also, yeah, it wasn't very PC.
I rarely remember my dreams. Even rarer are they as vivid and detailed as this one was. They're usually far more random and incoherent than what this was. Also, yeah, it wasn't very PC.